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Fuck I'm so fucked. I'm so fucking fucked oh my gosh why did I fucking do that?! Remember when I said I felt terrified for the first time ever at the photoshoot? 

No I'm genuinely pissing myself right now.

"And—And that one." My voice wavered as I pointed to one of the toys behind the counter, clutching Jin for dear fucking life. I could feel them shooting fucking laser beams into the back of my skull, and I knew then and there that I'd be trying my damnest to avoid those predators until the inevitable.

"I wished you good luck, didn't I?" My birdie whispered before giggling after, taking another one of the prizes that would be going to my men. He did. I should've fucking listened.

The momentary feeling of being in total control and having ultimate power over my two men was probably one of the best feelings ever, better than when I teased my adorable panda. The utter satisfaction I felt when I saw Yoongi crumbling from beneath my touch with those flushed cheeks of his on that pale skin—it was so damn empowering.

And even though Hobi was a tougher case to crack, just hearing those husky moans created from my touch alone was a gift sent from heaven. Hearing how his heartbeat thrummed out his chest, how he so easily got aroused from one little touch just like he did me.

They were no different from me, and that thought alone had me momentarily cheesing and gloating.

But I should've factored in the consequences. I foolishly miscalculated how much apex predators thrived from having absolute power over their prey—their lover—especially in the bedroom. Their biology was being threatened by a measly predator like myself, and I painstakingly forgot how easy it was for those instincts to run wild, to be overtaken.

I knew Yoongi meant every word he said in that room. Even if this cursed pill hadn't fully activated yet, every animal instinct in his being would've gave no shits and rightfully claimed his dominance back.

Let's not even start with the cheetah. His silence terrified me the most. 

The rest of the car ride for me was silent, barely listening in to the light chatter that periodically went on. My face had remained shoved in the crook of Jimin's neck, unable to even glance at the two in fear I may piss myself on my flamingo. I was grateful no one asked questions, but I had a strong feeling they all knew the outcome of the game.

They knew what would happen if I tried messing with them. The fact that they knew and I couldn't even take a moment to think about anything other than my excitement—it fucked me over in the end.

"I'll be getting changed—call me down when dinner's ready." I awkwardly chuckled the second we stepped into the foyer, not even having the mental capacity to give my panda his well needed scenting in front of them. It broke my heart when his face fell even more, still distraught over his loss from earlier. "Kookie, you can come see me in 10 minutes, okay?"

I squeezed his arm, his lips quirking up slightly as he slowly nodded, pushing up his glasses messily. My heart warmed up, but it instantly sank when I glanced over at Yoongi and saw the tauntingly sinister smirk he sported ever since my fuck up. 

I'm so fucking cooked. 

I slid into my slippers and shuffled my way straight into the living room and up the steps, taking a brief glimpse over the railing just for my breath to catch in my throat at the two blatantly watching me, stalking me with their slanted gazes as if I were a prey that just barely slipped out their grasp. I raked a hand through my hair and damn near ran down the hall to my room, slamming the door behind me as I started to pace around in circles.